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Modest Adornment
I currently am at a church conference in Sevierville, TN. This is our second year attending. While here, there is a dress code. The dress is to be modest, no shorts, short skirts or low necklines are allowed. Women are encouraged to wear skirts or dresses, but the length is to be respectfully at or below the knee. I must say it has been so refreshing as a wife and the mother of a boy to know that they are seeing only what is appropriate when looking around at those in attendance.Our society has become so completely unaware of what is modest and what isn’t. Those who still consider carefully their…
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Gentleman’s Gesture
My husband still opens the door for me. Sometimes it’s the door to the house or a building we are entering, most often it’s the car door. He’s training our son to do the same. Not only for me but all women. It’s a simple thing, but it is also a gentleman’s gesture. He loves going to the church building and jumping out of the car to run ahead and get the door for any lady who might be entering. The other day we were at Bob Evan’s for Dinner. He opened and held the door for me. Then held it for the ladies behind us.…
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Training Up: Hospitable
As I’m training up our son alongside my Beloved, I try to be mindful of how God wants him to live his life as an adult. I try to teach him good character traits and Christ-like morals now so they are a part of who he is when he is an adult. I also am in prayer for the wife he will one day have, that she too will be in the process of such training. I pray that God will raise her up to be prepared as his wife and that He will guide me to train Jonathan up as her husband, the leader of the home, the…
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Boy, A Different Creation
I’m Linking up this week with the MOB blog hop. What is MOB you might ask. It stands for Mother Of Boys. For many years I had babysat children, both boys and girls. I was a sister to 2 other sisters as well as 1 boy. I married a boy. So somewhere along the way you would have thought that I would have realized that boys are entirely different creations than girls. I mean, that’s obvious. Right? Well of course. Except that, I didn’t really understand it until I became a mom to a boy. I have only one boy. I have only one child. He is truly my greatest joy…
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Finding Joy in the Busy
I’m juggling those proverbial balls again. I have so much going on my brain can’t seem to rest. There was a time in my life though when nothing was happening. That was a sad and lonely time for me, and I look back on it with so much thankfulness. I am thankful that now, I am so busy. When I wasn’t a mom. I longed to be a mom. The Day We Brought Home our Little Man Now that I am a mom. I take great joy in serving the LORD with gladness. I find joy in knowing that God has called me to “train up” my Little Man. I…
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It’s Latin to Me
This year I have decided to start Jonathan in Latin. I can’t believe that I have made that decision, and yet I have. I never learned Latin. I will be learning as I teach him. Isn’t that the way of a home-school mom? We educate ourselves so that we can educate our children. Much Like Latin, I will also be teaching myself Algebra this year, as I teach Little Man Algebra. I did take Algebra. I don’t remember Algebra, but I did take it. We will be exploring the history of the Hebrews this year in our Mystery of History. I am excited that I am adding Bright Idea Press’s…
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Training Up: Look Them in the Eye
Teaching a Child the Importance of Eye Contact Training up a child is a full time, never ending job. Last week I went into a bank to discuss business banking for my co-op. At the end of my meeting the lady, Marilyn, shook my hand and then offered her hand to my son. He shook it but wasn’t focused. I took him by the chin, lifted his face to hers and told him, “Look her in the eye.” She then commented on how special that training was. She said, most young people today have no idea how to talk to an adult. And certainly not how to look them in the…
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Marriage Moment: Happy Ever After
A few months ago, Beloved and I were at a wedding reception. The DJ had everyone who was married go out on the dance floor. Then he asked them to leave the dance floor based upon the number of years they were married. “If you’ve been married for less than a year leave the floor.” Then he continued to increase the number of years. The goal being the last couple on the floor would be the couple who had been married the longest. Beloved and I were one of the last 5 couples on the floor. We being at the 20 year mark. Once we left, there were only 4 couples…
